Few minutes to midnight I crossed the gate between the bright and the dark.
Leaving the heartbeat of music behind me, leaving my friends dancing, flirting, drinking in the crowd. Satiated for a while with normal human emotions, I headed my home and lab.
“We repel them, no problem” – the watchwoman at the gate was relaxed – “children are safe inside” – she said, sturdy in her black outfit, anarchist emblems clear and on display. A pillar of safety. A night warrior, protecting those inside. Continue reading The Alley of Death